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Outside of |
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Albuquerque, "Bout an hour north of there She's got a house full of three little Indians In the middle of nowhere You wonder where her man went, you wonder if she minds They've got smiles and healthy tummies So you guess they're doing fine She sells jewelry by the roadside, silver beads and things She can weave a spell upon you with any song she sings Oh, she's a desert flowers, growing free and wild Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child And you wanna take her with you But you know she must remain So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain Her kids were playing leapfrog, jumping in the sand I pulled my car off the road and parked beside her stand She asked where I was going so fast and far alone I told her how love was something I wasn't sure I'd ever known She said, " |
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Maybe you never heard the desert |
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Sing her song at night |
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Or maybe you just been trying much too hard to get it right" Oh, she's a desert flowers, and growing free and wild Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child And you wanna take her with you But you know she must remain So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain (Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain) (You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain) I'm wavin' in my rear-view mirror Then the next thing that I know Are the broken lines on a black highway off to another show Oh, she's a desert flowers, and growing free and wild Her beauty seems so fragile, fragile as a child And you wanna take her with you But you know she must remain So you leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain Turn yourself into the rain, turn yourself into the rain You leave her wishing you could turn yourself into the rain |
